Bring It On Lyrics - Kokane

In these times of hate an' pain 

We need a remedy to help us through the rain 

Can't you see I'm straight O.G.? 

Fuck you niggas, think you can fuck with me 

Now that pimp is gonna jump back 

Bitch an' fuck that 

Shit, I'm qualified to knock a hoe, no matter wherever I go 

Excuse me partner, this is pimpin', little pimpin' let you know 

Break the bitch, you say, "I will" 

Separate the bitch but you sayin', "I will" 

Damn, nigga, shit, since you put it like that 

I'm about to lay some right now, nigga 

An' take them straight to the track 

I've never let a bitch pimp me 

Tryin' to tell me what to do but I'mma stay O.G. 

Fresh out the pen only 32 days 

An' every bitch is pregnant in a multiply ways 

Now sick world, why did the little girl 

Walk around with a gold fish in her pocket? 

So she could smell like the big girl 

An' check the one with the fast mouth 

Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfuckin' ass out 

I don't care whatcha do 

Long you don't fuck with mine 

You think you can't be touched 

Niggas disappear all the time 

Old 'Blue Eyes', Dogg Sinatra 

Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy Hoffa 

The glock cocker, ho hopper, show stopper 

Watch your mouth, watch your mouth 

I'll put you in a brick in a building 

An' separate you from your children 

I stay G'd up 

All the Gs from my set ain't never P C'd up 

If you hit the main line, you gonna get stop 

Payin' motherfuckers off 'cause sucka duck 

Me an' my niggas go heart an' pain 

Puttin' paint where it ain't, makin' bitch niggas faint 

It's a clear blue sky there on the Eastside 

Throw your set up an' wave it from side to C side 

I'm talkin' big shit, holdin' my dick 

Bangin' on you 'cause nigga, this Crip 

I got so many tricks up my sleeve 

For you hoes to disbelieve 

You wanna bang, let's bring it on 

We's about a thousand niggas strong 

I don't care whatcha you do 

Long you don't fuck with mines 

You think you can't be touched 

Niggas disappear all the time 

No, I don't love you, bitch, you a hoe, I never will 

Can't tell you my feelings 'cause the pimpin' don't feel 

Bitch, matter 'fact be gone 

Fuck around an' have your momma sayin', "Baby, he wrong" 

Talkin' about, Is he a real pimp? 

Bitch, is jumbo laced with the proper crop of jumbo shrimp? 

Since I'm prepared with my hoe, got it crackin' with my hoe 

Steady mackin' with my hoe, now I'm stackin' with my hoe 

I pop a bottle of Mo', about to model a hoe 

I'm workin' them, servin' 'em an' breakin' enough 

Did the weed, man, get in, take it too long 

But when he get it, dogg, I'm takin' us off 

Niggas, know how D O double G does it 

Known for makin' that 'Crip Hop' music 

Don't abuse it, just ride to the rhythm 

Of a pimp ass, upper class, cold motherfucker 

I don't care whatcha you do 

Long you don't fuck with mines 

You think you can't be touched 

Niggas disappear all the time 

I got so many tricks up my sleeve 

For you hoes to disbelieve 

You wanna bang, let's bring it on 

We's about a thousand niggas strong 

So good 

So, so cold 

Cold, so cold